Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

That night Arthur strutting around the house, pretending to be walking slowly through the cornfields, and constantly bursting out laughing.At this point he felt he could even stand the music on the bagpipe record he had won.It was eight o'clock, and he decided to let himself, force himself, to listen to the entire record before calling her.Maybe he should even wait until tomorrow to fight.That's the way to be calm.Or wait until next week. No.stop playing.He misses her, and doesn't care if anyone knows.He truly thought of her, loved her, longed for her, and wanted to do more with her than he could tell.

He even found himself squealing with delight a few times as he wandered around the room.Her eyes, her hair, her voice, everything... He stopped. He should play that bagpipe record.Then call her. Or call her first? No.This is what he should do.He should have played that bagpipe record first.He wanted to listen to the record, and listen to every wail of the banshee on it.Then call her.This is the correct order.That's the thing to do. He was kind of afraid to touch anything because they would explode if he did. He picked up the record.The record failed to explode.He took the record out of its packaging.He turned on the record player and turned on the lights.Both things survived.He grinned silly as he put the needle on the record.

He sits down and listens solemnly to "A Scotch Soldier". He listens to "Amazing Grace." He listens to some music about some canyon or something. He thinks back on his incredible lunchtime. They were about to leave when a sudden burst of cries attracted them.The horrible wavy-haired woman was waving at them from across the room like a stupid bird with a broken wing.Everyone in the bar turned to them, as if waiting for some sort of response. They didn't hear Anjie say how happy everyone was with the £4.30 they raised for her artificial kidney machine, but they vaguely saw someone at the next table win the box of cherry brandy, and after a while they slowly Notice the woman is asking everyone who got ticket number 37.

Arthur found he had it.He looked at his watch angrily. Finchchi gave him a push. "Go ahead," she said, "get it back. Don't be mad. Give them a good speech and tell them how happy you were to win the lottery, then call me and tell me the whole story. I want to hear that too." A record. Go." She patted his arm and left. The average person would find his winning speech a little too effusive.Indeed, you know, it was just a bagpipe record. Arthur thought back, listening to the music, bursting into laughter from time to time.